The flame winks flirtatiously Teasing the shadows that dance like gypsies Gliding across the black backdrop sky The shadows, frightened in the night Yet disappear by day Enter into another realm with infinite languages meshed into one Making a foreign tongue familiar, opening the mind of the receiver The flame cast the shadows In a film all their own An action without logic A rhyme with no reason An opinion without influenceΒ Β The eye of the spirit awakens Opens up to a new world Which was there all along Escaping the ordinary Communicating a reason for existence And a melody from which the shadows dance Leaving each a great distance from reality For an absence of the mind results in a presence with the body But a closeness with the spirit, an echo through eternity
I wrote this poem while listening to Rosetta ****** by Tool.